Musings On A Rainy Dusk
Poem? More like the spillage of few drifting thoughts
Another day slips through, another step closer!
The journey continues, without predestination.
The sun is setting, the sky is orange,
birds are flying west, back to their caring nest.
And now the rain gods have blessed;
the sky is on fire, getting ready for a shower.
Chirping birds, moaning frogs, thunderous clouds, hustling winds;
nature is playing a rock’n roll !!!
I am sitting in the open, lost in my thoughts.
I see the rains, I hear the thunders.
I feel the cool breeze, I envy the birds.
I see the colors of the sky, it’s slowly growing dark.
My world, your world, our world,
is embracing another night.
And what have I done today, for these beautiful gifts;
for this serene sunset, this wild music, and cozy rains.
I feel blessed, for my troubles are few,
no hunger to drain me down,
enough shelter, warmth, and comforts.
And a pleasant dinner awaits,
a night of comfortable sleep is on the cards.
Give this to any beast, give this to the birds,
and the day for them is done and dusted.
Grateful will be their souls, peaceful will be their sleep.
But give this to the man, and ask if it’s enough,
most will be discontent and simply moan for more.
What more is needed than a warm meal and a cozy sleep?
Why this age-old discontent, why this restlessness?
We are lucky, we are the blessed,
The pie is not equal, we have carved out the largest.
The biggest comforts of life are ours,
the tastiest meals and warmest beds are ours.
Yet,
Here we live, awaiting the doom,
fearing the rains, fearing the droughts,
fearing our health, fearing the death,
craving for wealth, craving for fame,
Draining the hearts, wasting the now,
Living our lives for an illusion — Tomorrow .
Tomorrow;
the sun will be charming again,
the dusk will be beautiful again,
the birds will be flying again,
the wind will be blowing again,
But will we be there to savor it again?
Not me, not you, nobody of mere flesh and blood,
is guaranteed to breathe, the very next day.
This could be the twilight of my life, this could be my last rain.
Nature’s symphonies, her charm and mischief,
her love and warmth, her beauty and genius,
her recitals of truth, her poems of life —
all this may cease, along with my breath.
For the curtains of life can fall abruptly,
and blow us away into the confines of death.
Yet,
Here I float, in a stream full of thoughts,
drowning my mind in doom and gloom,
wasting my time in pain and vain.
Its time for a break now, time for a deep breath,
Time to purge these flow of thoughts
Let me go back to the marvels of the universe,
Let me go back to the laps of mother nature,
Let me join this beautiful sunset,
Let me dance to this rock’n roll,
Let me sing and drench in the rain.
Let me feel alive and breathe my life away.
Another day slips through, another step closer!
